The Womb of My Mother. {poetry}
I continue to break unhealthy patterns of my ancestors, of my grandmother, of my mother, of my sister and of me. This is the way of awakening.
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Ancestor Mother: The Story Is Sacred Medicine. {poetry}
I’ve been walking with the Eve creation story, the one I was told in Sunday school, finding the ways in which she has sung through my voice.
Sun Transiting Cancer: Reflection on Family and Heritage.
We recognize that the children in cages are our children. The desperate, terrified mothers, the humiliated fathers, are our family. And we are outraged.
Surviving the Void: A Tribute to the Healing of the Womb.
I now realize that, while I may not be able to bring forth life in physical form from my womb, I can bring forth life in other ways equally as beautiful.
Unspoken. {poetry}
Just imagine for a moment that you are carrying everything that has been unspoken by your ancestors. What if you are the alchemist of all these experiences?
There’s a Little Zipper Under Your Chin. {poetry}
Let me pull that zipper down
Let me unzip your skin
Let me unzip mine too and you can step in
Let’s spend the day in each other’s skin tones